Here is another corner, revealing our one and only black door. Four years into the house and we still have 6 more to go. Sigh. And admittedly, this isn't so much a corner as a small space for sentimental things, such as the embroidered portrait of my old cat Cleo, perfectly captured by my wonderful (and dearly missed) friend Kristen, and the photobooth photo of me and my Dad when I was six and we were taking the train to Chapleau (I remember it was close to midnight, but my Dad and I went to hunt down some candy...some things never change), and a rare photo of Jay and I together at a friend's wedding (Jay wore his Dad's royal blue and orange suit, circa his parents wedding, 1970). These personal items only hang out in our bedroom, part of a decision we made a while ago regarding what goes where. But now that Sadie is here, meaningful memories are making their way into the public parts of our house too.
Thank you, Sadie.
What is the significance of having black doors?
ReplyDeleteThe only real significance is that we decided to paint all our doors black to make up for the terrible paint job we inherited. They are the original doors of our 1923 house, but they require sanding and priming then painting...and we are awfully slow at all of it!
ReplyDeletesamantha, nice touch with the 'chapleau' link, it brings back so many memories. I know the photo of you and dad and the embroidered 'cleo', too, what a nice corner.
ReplyDeletelovely!!
ReplyDeleteI love your paper house. Is it ink on paper? all cut outs?
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